Kavan hasn’t had an easy life. It’s gotten much better since he met Juliet Bardin, his fiancée and the woman who has chased away the gray cloud that always hung over his head.
“How’s that going for you?” I ask as I inch around him to enter Harry’s home.
“I fucking love it.”
That turns me right around to face him again.
Kavan isn’t one for jokes. I doubt like hell he’s ever pulled a prank on anyone, yet this feels surreal. It can’t be true.
“You fucking love wedding planning?” I ask to clarify what he just said.
“Yes.” The answer is simple and straightforward and accompanied by a broad smile.
“Who the hell are you?” I ask in jest. “The Kavan Bane I know can’t smile like that. He’s not capable of it.”
He wraps one arm around my shoulder to usher me into the hallway that leads to the kitchen. “I’m in love.”
I steal a glance at his face. The smile is still planted there.
“Love suits you, Bane.”
His hand drifts from my shoulder to pat my cheek. “It’s a great feeling, Sean. I’m the luckiest guy in this city.”
I could argue that point with him since I feel pretty damn lucky about my upcoming date with Calliope.
The sound of someone descending the staircase pulls my gaze over my shoulder. Dressed in black trousers and a gray sweater, Harrison comes into view.
“Sean.” He raises a hand in greeting. “What’s on the menu for tonight?”
I didn’t bring anything with me because I knew I’d be able to whip up something from what’s in Harry’s kitchen.
“You name it, I’ll cook it,” I say.
Harry approaches us. “You’ve been in an extra good mood lately. What’s her name?”
I scratch my jaw, considering the pros and cons of telling these two about the woman I can’t stop thinking about.
“It’s Callie,” Kavan says to Harry. “Calliope Morrow. She’s the newest marketing hire at Wells. She lives next door to Sean too.”
My head snaps in his direction. “What the fuck?”
Kavan laughs. “Blame Declan. I ran into him the other night at a restaurant opening. Juliet had an invite, so I tagged along.”
Of course, my brother would spill the details about Calliope with Kavan.
“This sounds like a double dose of fate, Sean.” Harry smiles. “Maybe you’ll beat Kavan and Juliet down the aisle.”
I chuckle. “Slow down, Harrison. We’ve been on one date.”
“Sometimes, one date is all you need to know.” Kavan glances at me. “You should bring her to my wedding, Sean. She can be your plus one.”
“When exactly is this wedding happening, Bane?” I ask.
“Three months from today.” He glances at Harry before his gaze trails back to me. “I want you to be my best men.”
“Best men?” Harry and I ask in unison.
“You two and Locke.” Kavan’s arms cross his chest. “I make the rules at my wedding, so I’m having three best men.”